After all, the game wasn't lost until the last whistle blew, and there was no telling what might happen before that.

So the student section cheered and sang, the band heroically strove to make itself heard, and the purple flags tossed and fluttered.

The sun was almost behind the west corner of the stand, and overcoat collars and fur neck-pieces were being snuggled into place.

From the west tiers of seats came the steady tramp-tramp of chilled feet, hinting their owners' impatience.
The players took their places, silence fell, and the referee's whistle blew.

Robinson kicked off, and the last half of the battle began..